Whenever I go to someone’s home, I’m always drawn to their books: who are they reading, what editions they have, how they treat their books, and how they store/display them. Looking at people’s books is akin to being an intellectual creeper. You are trying to get a better understanding of who this person is based on their literary interests. But book collections are not always a true reflection of someone’s self. They can have books stolen, lost, borrowed. They could have moved and had to downsize. They could keep them on an eReader. Oh my. It’s getting difficult to be a creeper. Luckily, my friends have allowed me to creep on their books.